Page 50 of All We Need

My next words are smug, voice breathy. “Mytoy has never let me down like a man has.”

Our gazes don’t break, welded together by the sparks flickering between us.

His eyes blaze, burning bright and fierce. “Proveit.”

He’s the kindling with those two bold words.Thelit match is held between my fingers.

“You thinkIwon’t?”Iperch myself on the edge of the bed, ankles crossed, asIprop myself up on one arm.

“You haven’t backed down so far.Whystop now?”HisAdam’sapple bobs as he tracks a fiery path over my body.

We both know why this isn’t a good idea.One: we don’t even like each other.Two: we work together.

But when he leans forward, elbows balanced on his knees with a yearningIcan feel from across the room, all sense of reason evaporates. “Youtell me no, and we forget this conversation ever happened.”

“And ifIsay yes…”Idon’t blink.Don’tdare move a muscle.

“Then you get that glorious body spread out on those sheets, stripped bare, and show me what you can do with that toy.”Hedrags his thumb across his bottom lip lazily. “Proveto meIcan’t do it better.”

All the air leaves my lungs.BecauseIwant that.I’mactually certain hecoulddo it better, butI’mnot telling him that.Thetoy is a good six inches, and from the tenting in his sweats,Boothisn’t lacking in the size category.

“Don’t let your ego get too bruised whenIprove you wrong.”Ishuffle toward the headboard.

“Yes or no.Iwant your explicit consent right now,” his deep voice echoes.

“Yes.”Myresponse is instantaneous.

Those goddamn fucking dimples pop out. “Clothesoff and lie back.”

My heart pounds against my rib cage at his demanding words.

He rises, then prowls toward me.Whenhe comes to theedge of the bed, he doesn’t sit.Juststands there, eating up every inch of me with a single look.

I’ve always been confident in the bedroom.Iknow whatIlike and when to ask for it.Theonly explanation for the slight tremble in my hands is the thrill of it all.

He’s giving me the opportunity to say no; to not cross this line.

Right now,Iwant to feed the excitement coursing through my veins.Torise to his challenge.Tosurrender to this.Justonce.

I get to work on the buttons of my pajamas, eyes on him the entire time.ThelowerItravel, the darker his irises get.Whenmy shirt gapes open, scantily covering my peaked nipples, there’s no blue left.Skyblue eaten up by midnight.

I’m like a human torch; hot from excitement.Thecool air in the cabin kisses my skin while the heat of his admiration warms me from the inside out.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked right now.Drippingdown your thighs and aching to be filled.”Hejerks his chin. “Keepgoing.Iwant to see all of you.”

I glance at the prominent bulge pressing against the front of his sweats, my voice teasing. “Eager, pretty boy?”

He shakes his head and chuckles.

With deliberate slowness,Islide my shirt from my shoulders and shimmy out of my pants, dropping them to the floor.Ikeep my knees tucked together asIrecline against the downy pillow.

He raises a hand and, with two fingers, gestures to the side. “Open.Slowly.”

“Bossy.”Despitemy sass, my legs drop open, exposing myself fully.

Booth sucks in a sharp breath as he scrubs a hand against the stubble on his jaw.Hetakes his time admiring me. “Fuck, if you’re not the most stunning womanI’veever seen.Youmighthave a sharp tongue, but you’re all soft curves under there.You’rein charge this time, baby.Butnext time?—”

“Nonexttime.Thisis a one-time-only occurrence.Rightnow, we’re strangers.Whenwe leave here, we go back to wanting to strangle each other.Deal?”

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